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[ellethespaceunicorn]

Don't Kill My Vibe

Title: Don’t Kill My Vibe

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Clark Kent x BestFriend!Black!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.7K

Summary: You help Clark ease the pain of his broken heart.

Warnings: mention of a breakup, recreational drug use (marijuana), friends-to-lovers trope, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected p-in-v sex, creampie, mention of bodily fluids

A/N: This is an AU where Clark Kent is not superpowered and Superman does not exist. Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best.

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It wasn’t the first time Clark asked to try some bud, but it was the most pathetic. His gorgeous blue eyes were puffy from crying over that woman. As much as you wanted to say, “I told you so," you didn’t want him to feel any worse about the failed relationship with his reporter beau, Lois Lane.

And yet again, you think to yourself, ‘Fuck Lois Lane’.

When he showed up at your place an hour ago in sweatpants, sneakers, and a button-up pullover, you were surprised to see he opted for something other than his normal flannel and jeans. His hair was mussed, and he avoided eye contact with you. Something was wrong.

You dragged him into your apartment, turning down your Spotify playlist on the Bluetooth speakers so you could talk over the mellow tunes. While you flopped down on your couch, Clark sat down slowly and sighed.

You were already elevated, having taken a couple of puffs from your blue and red glass bowl earlier, so you were struggling to pay attention to everything he was saying. You tried to put on your “I’m not high” face and nod enough, saying “Oh wow” occasionally. But, in actuality, your eyes were as red as the Devil’s dick, and Clark wasn’t stupid.

His eyes looked from yours to the tray on the coffee table that held your various assortments of smoking apparatus, grinder, lighter, and stash box. Leaning forward so his elbows rested on his knees, he motioned his chin toward everything and said, “I know you’ve said no a million times, but I could use an escape. And before you say no again, know I’ve tried all the tricks in the book to get over somebody, and nothing is working.” 

“I have a feeling there’s another thing you haven’t tried either, but whatever,” you rattled on, waving off his confused expression. “Fine. It should be illegal for you to use those puppy eyes when asking me for something, by the way.”

So here you are, preparing a strawberry cone for you and Clark to share. You were always weird about people using your favorite bowl. You also figure that for a first-timer, it would be the easiest for him to start with. Twisting the end after filling the cone, you reach for the lighter and ashtray.

“First things first,” you purr, using your phone to turn the music up. “Now, watch what I do. I’m going to draw the smoke into my mouth and then hold it for a few seconds, or as long as I can, before blowing it back out. Ready?”

Clark nods as he turns toward you, tucking one leg under the other. Now that you have his full attention, you suddenly feel flustered. Casting your eyes downward, you take the cone into your mouth and light the end. You inhale deeply and take it out of your mouth. Savoring the citrus flavor of the strain, your tongue licks your lips, and you exhale. 

You close your eyes and take a few breaths. After a moment, you hear Clark’s voice breaking through your haze: “Everything good?”

Your eyes pop open, and just like nothing happened, you perk up. Handing him the cone, you blink as he holds it like someone who has never smoked. You’ve known Clark long enough that you have a suspicion that is probably true for him. 

He’s polite, almost to a fault. He screams Boy Scout, altar boy, and ‘promise ring’ all at the same time. What can you say? Clark was a good boy. And you were getting him high. You little devil! 

Clark takes a short pull from the pink-colored joint and manages to hold it for about two seconds, then attempts to exhale. A small plume escapes his mouth, he inhales sharply and has a coughing fit. You take the joint back before he drops it and sit it in the ashtray.

Rubbing his back, you try to talk him through catching his breath. You grab your water bottle and hold the straw to his mouth when he nods his thanks. He sips the water, then clears his throat loudly, burping up a bit of smoke. He laughs quickly as he sees it exit his mouth, reminding you of a little surprised dragon.

“That was fun,” he sputters, his voice deeper than usual.

“It gets easier, Clark. Trust me, coughing is normal. And most of the time, coughing gets you higher,” you laugh, picking up the joint to take another hit.

You inhale, exhaling into the air, and hold it out for Clark to take again. He sips from your water bottle and gives it to you in exchange for the joint.

Holding it between two fingers, he brings it to his lips. You watch his mouth curl around the tip, and your brain conjures up the vision of what else that boy’s mouth can do. He takes the joint out of his mouth, holding his breath for a few seconds, then blows it out slowly. He gives it back to you and leans back against the couch.

“I don’t think I feel any different yet. How long does it take to kick in?” he asks, crossing his arms and pouting.

It being his first time, he is completely unaware that he is already high. His body language is different; Clark Kent doesn’t slouch even a little. He also certainly doesn’t fidget; his hands suddenly become very interested in the material of his pullover.

“You’ll feel it sooner than you think,” you mumble, the joint between your lips as you speak.

Twenty minutes later, Clark tells you exactly what the last straw was that ended his relationship with Lois. He pauses to take a hit, handing it back to you as he exhales. “But it was always whatever she wanted. I treat her like a queen. And she goes and blows Jimmy-fucking-Olsen. Then she lies about it after Jimmy comes clean to me. I…,” he trails off, looking over at you and shaking his head as he laughs.

“What?” you question when you realize he stops talking.

“Nothing. I just… I think I’m high,” he giggles, the corners of his eyes wrinkling when he smiles at you.

“Besides being high, can you describe how you feel?” You press, wanting to know just how high he is.

“I feel lighter. Clear…er? Is it clearer or more clear? Whatever. I think I also just figured out how I want to finish that article on The Wayne Foundation,” he explains, leaning back so he is lying on his back with his head on your lap. “Is this ok? Your lap looked so comfortable,” he wonders aloud, looking up at you.

That’s when you realize three fundamental truths at the same time. 

1. Clark is single. 

2. Clark is literally in your lap.

3. The crush you have on Clark is swiftly turning into lustful infatuation.

Bringing yourself back to the present, you smile at him and say, “Yeah, of course it’s ok.” You focus on the heat radiating from your best friend as he makes himself comfortable so close to your thirsty pussy. 

“You are the best,” he replies, closing his eyes as your hand finds its way into his curls.

“This cool?” you dare, hoping that you can continue to push the boundary between friendship and something more.

As if the groan from the back of his throat wasn’t enough, he voices his satisfaction. “More than cool. I love having my hair played with. Feel free to go to town on me.”

Oh, the importance of phrasing.

This man is not going to make it easy on you.

You’re explaining to Clark about that episode of Bob’s Burgers where Bob and Linda accidentally get high after eating cookies laced with marijuana at their accountant’s office. “So, anyway. Bob, Linda, and the accountant build a pillow fort from the cushions on his couch, and somehow it makes them feel safer which I get because pillow forts were the height of safety when we were kids. And sometimes, people feel safer thinking about the simplicity of their childhood,” you rattle on, leaning forward to grab your water bottle and forgetting about Clark’s head, which is still very much in your lap.

An oomph is spoken into your boobs, and you shoot straight up to a standing position and knock Clark off your lap and onto the floor. 

“Shit!” he cries from his spot on the floor.

“Fuck, Clark! I’m so sorry! Are you ok?” You cringe, your hand touching your forehead as you watch him pull himself up.

“Hey, hey. It’s cool, I’m fine,” he reassures, his hand grabbing yours to take it away from your face. With the other hand, he grabs your chin between his thumb and forefinger. Tilting your head up, he smiles and counters, “Are you ok?”

Yeah. Fine. My tits were just thrust into your face for a bit there. Oh, and you have no idea that I like you. And that pesky curl is falling into your pretty eyes again. And your handsome face is close enough to-

One second, you’re staring at his smile; the next second, you’re attacking his mouth with yours. His lips are just as pillowy and soft as they look. At first, the kiss is timid. Surprise gives way to need as he deepens the kiss. His tongue seeks solace as it slides against the seam of your lips. Granting him entry, he licks into your mouth like an explorer discovering new lands. 

His hands find their way to your hips, bringing you impossibly close. He feasts on every whimper that leaves you, peppering in some moans of his own. This is the kiss of a man waiting for a moment like this. At least, that’s how it feels.

Begrudgingly, you slowly break away from Clark. His kiss-swollen pink lips beg to be reunited with yours, but you must prove this is real. You look up into his dilated eyes, noting how blue is almost completely taken over by black. 

You open your mouth to speak, but Clark beats you to it.

“Unless you are about to tell me you don’t want this, please just kiss me again,” he breathes, resting his forehead against yours. “I don’t know what’s more intoxicating. This drug or having you so close to me.”

Instead of worrying about what this means, you throw caution to the wind. Tilting your head, you slot your lips with his, devouring the subtle whimper that escapes him. From nervous to commanding, you feel Clark’s demeanor change as his hands wander over your body.

He picks you up by the waist, your legs instinctually wrapping around him. With you in his arms, he walks blindly to your bedroom. Once he lays you down, he covers your body with his. The hard length against your mound gives you pause, but you quickly recover as you angle your hips to meet his.

Clark breaks the kiss to sit up and remove his pullover and shirt. A pink hue dusts his cheeks as he watches you scan his torso while you bite your lip. Leaning down, he tugs at the hem of your shirt, wanting you to get rid of it. 

You oblige, now topless in front of your best friend for the first time. You don’t have time to freak out over that information because Clark hooks his fingers in your leggings, his eyes begging for permission. You raise your hips, and he pulls them down your legs along with your underwear. 

You sit up as he chucks his sweatpants, his heavy erection now visible. Your first thought is, “Now that is a pretty dick.”

“Thank you,” he says, a smirk playing on his lips.

“I said that out loud, didn’t I?” You wonder aloud, already knowing the answer.

Clark smiles, nodding at you before coaxing you to lay back. He sinks between your legs, holding them open to kiss your thighs. He teases you a bit, licking and nipping at your mound and outer labia until you wiggle your hips and whine. 

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Patience, please,” he cautions, shaking his head at you. He winks at you, diving fully into your snatch and sucking your clit between his lips. 

You throw your head back in ecstasy as his tongue slides over your swollen button. Humming while sucking on your nub is a fucking power move, and your hands tangle in his hair. You dig your heels into his back as he laps up the juices that accumulate at your entrance. Looking down at him as he worships at the altar of your body, you are taken aback as he peeks up at you over your mound.

With your eyes locked on each other, he watches as he tips you right over the edge. He groans into your pussy, his mouth and chin soaked, as your walls contract around nothing. The euphoria of being high mixes with the joy of being with someone new for the first time.

But this isn’t just anybody; this was your best friend. Warmth and comfort exist between you, allowing you to feel safe enough to fall and that Clark will catch you.

You come down as he plants a kiss on your mound, grazing his lips up your tummy. When he is back above your face, he runs the tip of his dick across your wet folds. He maintains eye contact while he slides in for the first time. 

Once he is fully seated inside you, he lets you adjust to his size before he withdraws slightly and thrusts forward. The wet squelch of your pussy and the smack of your bodies against one another are music to your ears. Clark’s grunts as he fucks into you only fuel your impending second climax.

“Fuck, you feel so good. Too good. Not going to last long,” he warns, sitting up on his knees as his hands go to your waist. Throwing his head back, he growls and picks up the pace, using your body like his personal fucktoy.

Your back arches as he repeatedly hits that hidden bundle of nerves. A searing fire erupts in your belly as your cunt clamps down on his dick, spasming and coating it with your cream.

“Good girl! That’s it. Fucking come for me, just like that,” he encourages. “Oh, shit. I’m right fucking behind you. Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuuuuck.”

You lock your legs around his waist, keeping him right where he is as his dick spasms and fills you to the brim. Your hands smooth down his big chest, feeling the muscles ripple as he comes down from what is probably the most intense orgasm he has ever felt. He stills soon enough, breathing back to normal as his softening length slips from you.

Flopping down next to you, Clark wraps an arm around you. You curl into his side, an arm across his stomach, and a leg thrown over his. Contented silence fills the room as you both take in this unforeseen turn of events.

Clark’s hand makes idle patterns on your back as you lay on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. You close your eyes for only a moment, missing Clark smiling at you. He gives you a quick peck on the top of your head, causing you to tilt your head to meet his eyes.

“You hungry?” you guess, feeling a bit peckish yourself.

“Yes!” he exclaims.

“Good. I know a great place down the street that makes the best samosas. Does Indian food sound good?” you ask, already tasting the rich spices of the food.

“Sounds perfect,” he says, picking up his arm to let you get up from the bed to grab your phone, watching your hips sway as you walk out to the other room.

Once back in bed, you order various dishes for the both of you. While you wait for the food, you pass a joint back and forth and steal a kiss or two. You decide there is plenty of time for you and Clark to talk. There is no use in killing the vibe for heavy stuff.

With the way Clark is looking at you, there’s not much to talk about anyway. 

🍃The End🍃

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Clark x Black goth reader! Smut! A not so secret quickie!

Warning ⚠️ ABSOLUTELY NO MINORS THIS IS A SMUT SO ADULTS ONLY PLS⚠️

Lana hears strange noises in the art room and goes to investigate.

"Where Clark?"

Chole asked looking around not seeing the farm boy Lana just shrugs her shoulders.

"I'm not sure I saw him earlier though he seemed really out of it."

"Well that's weird."

"Oh I forgot my bag you go on without me!"

As Lana was walking through the hall way she heard noises coming from in the art room hmm maybe it was the janitor? She goes to check it out what she didn't expect was to see you and Clark.

He was holding your hands softly you stood in front of him looking at ground face full of worry. Lana could see you looked troubled she was about to walk in and see if everything was okay until you spoke.

"Clark I don't think this is a good idea.."

"Oh come on Y/n you promised!"

"I know it's just- this is embarrassing!"

You try to move from his reach but he grabs your hand a pout on his face.

"I promise we won't get caught. You don't have to worry so much."

"Clark it's almost the end of the day can't you just ya'know wait than?"

"I can't! I've been waiting for this since third period if I wait anymore I'll go nuts!"

Lana had no idea what was going on what was Clark trying to get you to do? He sounded pretty desperate. She had noticed in class that he kept looking at the clock for lunch to start but just to see you? She heard you let out a surprised gasp Lana leaves from her thoughts only to see Clark pick you up to sit on the teachers desk your face was flustered you put your hands on his chest starring up at the handsome farm boy.

"What if someone catches us?!"

"Y/n please just focus all your attention on me okay?"

You let out a small shaky sigh as his hands slowly move down your hips to your thighs to your knees gently spreading your legs open so he could easily stand between them which caused Lana's face to become warm. What exactly was she seeing? Why was Clark touching you like that?!

He leans down to gently kiss your forehead than your cheek than to your lips making Lana cover her own in surprise, you close your eyes shyly kissing him back holding his arms, you wanted to be strong and not give in but when he kissed you everything else didn't matter anymore.

"Is it okay for us to keep going?"

You was hesitant but nod your head Clark gives you a smile, gently grabs your face to kiss while you start lift up his shirt that was always kept tucked you unbutton his shirt to show his well toned stomach making you bite your lip he was just so damn hot it was ridiculous! You rub his chest going down to his stomach to his pants zipper he lets out a low groan as you grazed his front pants touching his already hardened cock making you giggle.

"Wow you really weren't kidding huh?"

"What can I say you make me excited"

They both give a small laugh than go back to kissing all you could hear was lips and moans around the empty classroom. Lana was still hiding behind the door face red still not understanding what was going on the whenever she saw you two together it was always a friendly interaction, Clark would say "Hi" to you in the hallway and you'd shyly wave back at him before running off somewhere.

Lana that it was weird because you were the quiet goth girl and he was the shy but friendly farm boy you both weren't friends or so she thought but than she remembered when she saw Clark and you at his mom's flower shop once and you two were talking and laughing she had noticed you were holding red roses. Than the next couple days at school she and Chole always saw a red rose either on your locker or on your desk. Whenever somebody would try to question you about it you'd always just shrug your shoulders not knowing who it was, then you'd go the whole day with a smile on your face.

Did that mean that Clark had been the one to give you those roses???

"Ah C-clark!"

Lana looks and could see Clark's hand going under your skirt you try to stop him but could only give out a weak moan as his fingers entered you...Clark freaking Kent was fingering you in the art class.

"Clark baby please! Oh you know I'm sensitive down there!"

He just shh you by kissing you again muffling your cries of pleasure while still rubbing your clit in circles

"You said you'd give me anything if I passed that test I got a A+ all that studying really paid off huh?"

You try to speak but could only moan and whimper as his fingers started to speed up. You were so wet that you could hear it making you hide your face in his shoulder trying to quiet the embarrassing noises.

Lana could feel herself getting wet just from the sight. To say she was jealous was an understatement she couldn't believe that Clark was doing this in school of all places! and to you of all people you were always so quiet but nice enough Lana didn't think you two had THAT kind of relationship!

"Y/n I want you to cum... think you can do that for me sweetheart?"

He whispers in your ear kissing your cheek. You couldn't say anything but nod holding on to his arms moving your hips trying to make his fingers go deeper into your pussy.

"Y-yes! oh god yes yes! I'll cum just please Clark don't stop!"

You sounded so needy Clark moves his fingers faster and deeper making loud moans leave your mouth not even caring if anyone walk by and hear you (too late for that)

Lana should not still be here why was she even still watching this?! It was something private between you two so why the hell was she still here?! Just as you so close to your release suddenly Clark stopped his movements causing you to look up at him with teary eyes upset that he didn't let you cum.

"W-why'd you stop?"

He just moves hair from your forehead to kiss your upper brow removing his fingers making you whimper from the lose, Clark reaches in his back pocket and pulls out a a condom.

Lana went wide as she saw Clark start to pull down his pants revealing himself Lana's mouth was wide open in shock but you just let out low moan rubbing your legs together feeling yourself getting wetter at the sight as he put on the condom even though you've seen it multiple times he just looked so damn good!

Main while Lana nearly passed out when she saw how big Clark was jesus even Whitney wasn't that big! There was no way Y/n would be able to take him! Right?

Clark got closer to you his forehead touching yours once again hands going under your skirt to remove your red underwear he grabs your hips pulling you closer you wrap your arms around his neck kissing under his jaw leaving light hickeys and black lipstick stains on him biting his ear. You looked towards Lana's direction making her freeze on the spot, thinking she'd been caught but you give an annoyed sigh you were looking up at the clock on the wall.

"Clark baby I'm sorry but we're are out of time."

He looked at his watch and saw that you were right but he just shook his head.

"We still have more time."

He spread your legs rubbing himself against your wet heat, you both let out loud gasp as he slowly pushed himself inside you stretching you out, once he was fully inside he stood still all you could hear in the room was their heavy breathing.

"I'm going to start moving okay?"

You were so lost in pleasure all you could give him was just give a lazy nod, he starts to slowly moving his hips letting out a shaky breathe even though this wasn't the first time you two had sex, he was always careful with you seeing as he accidentally left hand marks on your legs once and Chole saw it thinking someone had hurt your since than he always tries to be careful with you but God it was so hard there was just something about you made him crazy!

You lay your back on the desk gently moving your hips enjoying the feeling of him inside you but it was so hot that you had to remove your shirt making Clark give a low growl at the sight of your breasts and your blood red bra the one thing Clark loved most about having sex (making love but he won't say it out loud yet)

Was seeing your chest they were just so perfect! that's when he realized he was wasting time and need to speed this up so he leaning his body nearly covering you and moved his hips faster making your eyes go wide at the usual change of pace.

"W-wait Clark no wait please! Not so fast please! I can't oh god!"

He just ignored your cries of mercy and just moved his hips even faster, skin hitting against skin both of you panting heavily you arch your back off the desk mouth wide open cries of pleasure leaving your mouth. Clark just hugs you closer he grabs a hold of your ass than slapping it harshly making you let out a surprised cry of pain and pleasure. With how fast he was going your chest bounced at each thrust making you feel like you were seeing stars.

It didn't make it any better when he put his mouth on your left nipple gently sucking and bitting it making a small scream leave your mouth.

"Your doing so good for me Y/n."

All you could do was give a him a whine and wrap your shaking legs around his hips in a desperate attempt to pull him closer and deeper in your poor weeping pussy.

Lana was still watching the two lovers go at it like animals in heat she got up slowly legs shaking gave a low quiet moan as she could feel underwear wet. She had to get out of there and hopefully try to forget the scene she just witnessed.

By the end of the day Lana saw you and Clark again but this time he was helping you walk too his trunk you were limping and your makeup was a mess and you still looked flustered Clark he looked fine??? I mean his clothes was a bit ruffled but he looked okay.

"Wow I wonder what happened to Y/n?"

Lana didn't say anything but blush red not being able to say anything to Chole. The only thing she could think was Y/n was one lucky girl.

I'm probably going to hell for writing this aren't I?

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rusting wheels ; clark kent x fem!reader

status — completed oneshot

word count — 1,627 words

summary — in which clark kent has had a rough day.

warnings —swear words, angst?? fluff?? mentions of liquor, mentions feeling worthless and sad.

pairing — clark kent x fem!reader

a/n — not the longest fic i put up but i’ve been going through a writing dry spell 😭 i’d appreciate some feedback and asks/messages are open! if you follow me, please state your age/age range in your bio. i will block you if you follow me and don’t have your age/age range in your bio!!!

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When he returned from the dead, Clark did not expect to feel this meaningless. He died to protect others from the danger that Doomsday brought upon the citizens of Metropolis and the reason he was brought back was to prevent a catastrophic event from occuring to the entire world. It put a pressure on him just as much as it drilled the idea that that was all he was good for — putting out fires that were forced upon his shoulders and deemed his responsibility.

After preventing a bank robbery that would have escalated to a hostage situation due to the presence of civilians who were unfortunately present during the whole incident, he decided to take a stroll first before heading back to his flat. Having changed from his superhero attire to casual clothes, he aimlessly roamed around Metropolis to calm himself as there were still faint remnants of adrenaline rushing through his veins.

Entering the dimly lit establishment, he appreciated the fact that it wasn’t crowded. A shy dozen — and that’s including the staff that were working there —  were present and allowed him to not wallow in his usual spot by the booth and instead take up a spot by the bartender, thus allowing him to be served faster.

“Rum please,” He smiled at the bearded bartender who nodded and prompted to prepare it; once the crystal glass slid over to him, he downed it all in one go. “One more,” He demanded and the bartender had to take a double look — there was a high percentage of liquor in the rum he gave him and it was a surprise to him since it physically looked like he wasn’t fazed by it.

“Yikes man, seems like you needed that one badly,” That comment came from his right and surprised him, as he looked over he noticed a woman who was smirking at him as she drank a little bit of her drink, “You alright over there?”

Taken by surprise with how genuine her concern sounded despite the words she chose to suggest otherwise, “Honestly? No, I’m not,” He downs only half of the liquor before completely turning to face her, “I’m sorry I might be raining on your parade.”

She shook her head and waved at him, “I wouldn’t have asked you if I wasn’t interested hm?” Clark flashed her his pearly whites as he smiled as he replied, “Well how about we talked about something else?” He nodded and was about to speak when she quickly cut him off by saying, “Let’s start with your name then; unless you want me to call you mine?”

There was a blush creeping on his cheeks but he tried to ignore it as he held out his right hand and introduced himself, “Name’s Clark, Clark Kent,” She said her name as she shook his hand while adding, “Who knows? Maybe you might be moaning that out loud later on.” Liking his response to her own pick up comment, she nodded as she moved to close the distance between them and sit on the bar stool directly beside him.

“So Mr. Kent, I don’t think you’re a frequent patron of this bar huh?” Nodding as he gulped down his third drink, “Never been to this bar before — let alone this neighbourhood.” She nodded as he observed his tense figure; so she decided to lighten up the mood by jokingly implying, “Aren’t you glad you’re having your first time with me?”

Giggles erupted out of him when he understood the slightly dirty implication of her choice of words, “It depends,” He shrugged before ordering another round of drinks, “You haven’t really shown me anything yet.” It wasn’t just his words that wounded her ego, but also the way he relaxed his back into the chair and looked at her in a nonchalant manner.

“Is that a challenge?” She scoffed as she reached for the pocket of her coat and handed cash to the bartender, “For our drinks,” She told him before hastily wearing her coat, “Come on with me then.”

There was a puzzled look on his face as she was standing on her feet and crossed her arms at him, “Well? Why aren’t you getting up then, Clark?”

“Where are we headed to by the way?” Despite the indications of uncertainty in his tone, he was walking behind her as he too was draping over his thick, brown coat over his muscular frame. A delectable shiver ran down his spine when he felt her hand wrap itself around his wrist as she led them out of the establishment.

“Where’s the fun in telling you where we’re going huh?” She smirked at him and the journalist didn’t find it in himself to prevent himself from chuckling too as he shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t know; who’s to say you won’t take me someplace so you can kill me?”

She stopped walking as she stared at him with an “are you kidding me?” look and scoffed, “I don’t need to see you in action, but your physique is all the proof I need to know that you are someone I do not want to fight against.”

For a second there Clark was anxious that she knew about his superhero persona; but he took a peek in her mind and she was not thinking of such a thing. And as she led him by the hand, she stopped in front of a small wooden dock which was right by a small pond , “You brought me here?”

Sheepishly nodding, she sat down and pat the spot next to her, “Sorry if it wasn’t as big as you hoped,” Feeling him take the spot up she then looked at him with an apologetic glint in her eyes, “This is just the spot I usually go to when I need to calm down and relax.”

Silently, he took in his surroundings — there was not a lot of noise that distracted him from his own thoughts, the serene landscape was highlighted with its local, beautiful trees matched with the flower bushes that were scattered around the small area pleased his blue eyes. A small smile rested on his lips as he gazed at the ducks that were swimming around the pond before looking at her, “How’d you find this place out?”

“Was walking around the city after a bad day,” She sighed out as she recalled how every single aspect possible of her life turned against her, ultimately leaving her in a bitter mood, “And since I didn’t want to sulk around in my apartment, I went for a stroll. Luckily, my feet dragged me here.”

“And you’ve been coming here ever since? To just take a step back and breathe?”

She nodded as she looked at him with wonder, “Exactly like that; are you a mind reader of some sort?” Her elbow playfully poked his stomach and they both laughed at each other's childishness.

“Thank you,” Clark spoke after a few moments of silently staring at the way the stars shone in the sky; puzzled with what he was grateful for she spoke up, “For what?”

“For trusting me enough to show me this special place of yours,” He explained with a serene expression on his face, “I’ve been going through a rough patch myself.” Saying it out loud somehow made the last Kryptonian feel better. Closing his eyes to take a deep breath in, he found himself sharing what he has been bottling up, “Girlfriend broke up with me, work’s a pain in my behind, I’ve been doing a lot of,” He paused for a moment as he tried to think of a word to describe his world-saving activities involving the Justice League, “Some volunteer work and just,” A shaky exhale escaped his lips before he let out the final factor that has been taking a toll on him, “I’ve been feeling useless and worthless.”

Seeing the way how dejected he looked — paired with the way his voice cracked when he mentioned the final sentence — made her heart ache for him as she reached out for his hand, rubbing the back of his palm with her thumb, an effort to rid him of the negative sentiments he had.

“From what I see, you’re trying too hard and too much to be someone people expect you to be,” Her other hand reached up to his face as she wiped away the stray tears that inadvertently escaped his eyes. Her lips stretched out to a small smile, “You’re a kind man and you’re pushing yourself too much. You spend so much time looking after people that you don’t even take time to tend to yourself.”

Hearing someone see his efforts made him feel validated; as he looked at her, Clark felt stronger despite having just been vulnerable and open with her. “Thank you,” He smiled with glossy eyes, “That meant so much to me.”

“Well I’m glad that I somehow got to make you feel better, Clark.”

He chuckled to himself before fully turning to face her, “You know I’m much more fun and lively than I am right now?” Shaking her head she then lightly hit his arm, “Yeah? So far you haven’t really shown me anything yet.” Her smirked

Realizing that she had used his own line against him, he  smirked at her before pressing a gentle kiss on her forehead, “Yeah? How ‘bout you let me take you out for a date then?” Biting the insides of her cheek to prevent the wide grin from erupting free.

“Well Mr. Kent, I look forward to going on a date with you — I bet that you can’t top off this amazing view of the lake though.”

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

Red, White and Blue

Steve Rogers x plus size reader x Clark Kent

DC Masterlist | Marvel Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Steve Rogers and Clark Kent fall for the same girl, which golden boy will win her heart?

Warnings: not at all accurate medical descriptions, SMUT, little bit of angst, rivalry, so much fluff, mutant!reader, d/s dynamics, colour system, little bit of breeding kink, praise kink, little bit of degradation, unprotected sex (reader is on bc), two ds in one v, oral sex (fem receiving), fingering

Minors DNI

WC: 5.3k (I’m sorry, got carried away a bit)

It was the beginning of a new era, the Justice League and the Avengers had joined forces in an effort to create a safer world. It had been months in the making, with Steve Rogers and Kal-el leading the charge, each determined to make a group of superheroes that could help not only the world but also each other. It was no secret that each team on their own were struggling to keep up with the increased number of villains that seem to keep coming out of the walls. 

Steve and Kal had become fast friends, their own interests overlapped. Which caused Batman and Tony an extreme amount of headaches with the two heroes fan-girling over each other. They were evenly matched in everything, Superman’s strength was only overcome by Captain America’s determination (or stupidity as Bucky called it). The pair blended so easily, it was clear to see that nothing could come between them.

Until she arrived.

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With more fighting and battles, came more injuries, and after an incident where Clint nearly died while he and Diana were undercover, the team decided that they needed a healer.

Charles Xavier had recommended a young woman nicknamed “Apollo”. Her healing abilities worked quickly and could fix almost any ailment. Bruce Wayne had gone and picked her up from her apartment in Winchester county, New York. The car ride to the manor had been quiet, a mutual respect already in place between the pair. 

“So um, how many people are part of your team?” Her voice was soft, inviting but he could sense the power behind it. “There’s a lot if I’m being honest, probably too many. The Justice League is significantly smaller than the Avengers. We are only made up of Superman, Wonder Woman, the Flash, Aquaman, and Cyborg. The Avengers have almost three times that amount.” Her eyes went wide. “I don’t think I can heal that many people!” He chuckled. “No you don’t. A lot of people don’t actually need healing like Superman or Wonder Woman. You’ll only really need to deal with the non-immortal, non-superhuman people.” “Like you?” She raised her eyebrows. “Yes, I will definitely need some healing.” She smiled and they settled back into silence.

Bruce opened the car door for her once he pulled up to Wayne manor. “We only have the Justice League here today, you’ll be able to meet the Avengers later on. I thought it was a good idea to do the small group first.” Y/N smiled gratefully at him. “Thank you, I don’t know if I could’ve handled that many new people at once. It’s bad enough when new students arrive at the school. Wow, this place is incredible!” 

“Thank you Ms Apollo, although it is no thanks to all the superheroes that come through and destroy everything.” An older man had greeted them in the entryway, glaring playfully at Bruce. “You can just call me Y/N, Apollo was just a stupid nickname a friend of mine gave me and I haven’t been able to shake it.” She took the man’s hand. “I’m Alfred Pennyworth.” “It’s lovely to meet you Alfred!” “All of the League are in the meeting room, if you would follow me.”

Clark was anxious about this healer they were bringing in. It was always tough adding a new person to the mix, all the trust involved in keeping their secret identities a secret, but they needed a healer desperately. He heard Bruce and Apollo enter the manor and braced himself when they rounded the corner into the room.

She didn’t look threatening. She was small, her e/c eyes were kind, her thick stomach and thighs gave her a soft appearance, inviting. She shyly waved at them. “Hi! I’m Y/N, you don’t need to call me Apollo, I find it a bit stupid actually. I feel like my name should’ve been Artemis, she’s cooler anyway.” Diana smiled brightly. “You are most certainly right!” She brought the shorter girl into a warm hug, “I like her.” Y/N’s face heated. 

Arthur laughed, also pulling her into a hug. “Welcome to the team.” She beamed, Y/N knew Arthur was going to be one of her favourites, he reminded her a bit of Alex. Barry rushed over and quickly shook her hand. “Why is your name Apollo?” “Apollo is the god of medicine, he was the first doctor. And considering my abilities, it’s fitting.” “Can you show us!” He was practically vibrating with excitement. “None of you look injured though, and I don’t want to hurt someone just to show off.” That made Clark’s anxiety ease a bit.

“I got stabbed last night, you could use that.” Bruce lifted his shirt, making Y/N avert her eyes from his strong physique. “Um yeah, let me…” Her voice trailed off as she touched the cut delicately, the skin weaved itself back together and after a few seconds, it was good as new. “How exactly do your abilities work?” Bruce asked as he lowered his shirt again. “Well I absorb other people’s injuries, so they appear on my body and my super healing fixes them really quickly. See?” She lifted her own shirt, and in the exact place where Bruce was cut, there was a bleeding stab wound that was quickly healing. “Doesn’t that hurt?!” Barry touched the cut. “Oh yeah like a bitch but the pain goes away pretty quickly once I’m healed.”

“Isn’t that dangerous?” Bruce’s arms were crossed, he looked like a concerned father. Y/N shrugged. “Yeah it can be, especially if the injuries are more severe. The worst one I’ve ever healed was a kid at the school that fell while training their flying abilities and broke a lot of bones. I was in bed healing for two days after. And because of my super-healing, I can’t take pain medications so it wasn’t a great few days.” “Then why would you heal people if you just end up in so much pain?” Clark had finally stepped forward. She stuttered for a moment, he could hear her pulse race as he got closer, which made him smirk a bit.

“Well when I heal people, I’m only in pain for a short amount of time but if I left them, they would be in pain for a lot longer, possibly the rest of their lives if they did. I couldn’t live with myself if I knew there was something I could’ve done to help.”

“I have a feeling you’ll get along great with Supes over there.” Arthur chuckled, making Clark blush and Y/N giggle.

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“Alright kids, we got the approval from the JL for the new healer. The cheap version of me is sending her over today so we can get to know her.” Tony pushed his sunglasses back up his nose and leaned back into his chair, pleased with himself. “You know we’re supposed to be making a good impression, she is the person that makes sure we live.” Natasha said while fiddling with her knife. “What time is she supposed get here?” Steve was leaning against the door frame, his beard neatly trimmed, which had gotten lots of teasing from Bucky, ‘who are you trying to impress punk’. “She should be here now.”

“A car has just pulled up boss. Apollo has been safely delivered.” F.R.I.D.A.Y. chirped up. Pietro zoomed out of the room, the others following closely behind.

“Thank you so much for driving me Bruce, you didn’t have to do that.” Y/N took her bag from Bruce. “It was my pleasure Y/N. Besides it kept me out of the office for a few hours.” He smiled and kissed her cheek as a silver blur stopped right next to her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. “Hello Dragă!” He lifted one of her hands to his mouth and kissed her knuckles. Bruce just rolled his eyes. “I’ll get going, but give me a call anytime. The zeta tubes between the compound and the manor should be set up soon so you won’t need to drive back and forth. Good luck with these guys.” She gave him a brief hug before he stepped back in the car and drove off.

Y/N turned and smiled at the blonde man, raising her hand to shake his own. “Y/N.” “Pietro! Are you being rude!” A red haired woman stormed towards him, grabbing his ear and dragging him away. “Wanda! Let me go!” They began to shout at each other in a language she didn’t recognise. “I’m sorry about those two, they’re twins.” A 6’4 dirty bland man with a beard, who had reached to take her bag, was standing right beside her. “Steve.” His hand engulfed hers, sending a shiver down her spine, making her squeak before answering. “Y/N.” Steve smiled brightly and Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. 

She was fucked.

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“Lady Bones you’re needed in medbay.” The announcement came on as Y/N was sparring with Natasha. She pulled off the boxing gloves as she ran through the facility, not caring that he was only in workout shorts and a sports bra. She burst through the medical wing doors, seeing Steve laying on one of the metal slabs made her heart stop.

“What happened?” She asked as she hurriedly washed her hands before approaching the soldier and beginning to pull off his suit. “A building fell on him.” Bucky grunted, arms crossed over his chest, obviously pissed off. “I need to assess the damage before I can heal him. Could you bring the X-ray over please?” 

“Why do you need the X-ray?” Bucky was busy trying to lug the big machine over to Steve. “If I don’t know the extent of the injuries and I just go in to heal him, then I can really hurt myself and end up not being able to save him. Just put it over here, thanks.” She prepped the machine and had Bucky stand behind her. 

“It looks like he’s got quite a few broken ribs, fractured skull, and most likely some internal bleeding. You can put this back now, I’ll start healing him. Could you grab that chair, I don’t want to accidentally faint.” He placed the chair behind her and she placed her hands on Steve’s chest, ignoring the warmth coming from him that made her heart beat loud in her ears. The door opened again and Superman strode into the room, obviously distraught. “Is he doing alright? I couldn’t get to him in time.” “Yeah, he’ll be ok, Apollo’s fixin’ him up.” Buck sat at Steve’s bedside, watching Y/N carefully. 

Clark looked down at her in admiration. He could see the pain on her face, her eyes screwed shut, but she kept going, even when her pulse got shaky and her breathing became laboured. He rushed forward as her knees shook and she began to fall. “I’ve got you.” He clutched her thick waist tightly, savouring the way she fit against his chest. She let out a cry of pain and he held her closer, trying to pull her off of Steve but she resisted, keeping her hands firmly planted on his strong chest. Clark felt her bones break beneath his hands. 

“Y/N, you need to stop. You can’t keep this up.” “No. I can do it, just a bit more.” She shook her head. Steve’s eyes shot open, grasping at her hands. “Doll stop.” His voice was weak. “Can’t, not yet.” He gripped her forearms and pulled but was unsuccessful. He felt the last of his pain dissipate and as soon as he felt normal again, Y/N passed out. Clark scooped her up and placed her on the now vacant bed, taking the blanket Bucky handed him and covering her. He quietly snuck out of the room.

“She needs to stop doing that.” Steve sighed, rubbing his hand down his face. “I know. She can heal quickly but she ends up in so much pain. Last month she healed Bruce after a close call and was out for almost a week. This can’t be good for her.” Clark huffed. “She doesn’t take care of herself. Someone else will have to do it.” 

“I can.” “I’ll do it.” They both said at the same time. They turned and made eye contact, and in a split second realised that the other man was also in love with the little healer laying in front of them.

“You have feelings for her don’t you?” Steve sighed. “Yeah I do, and I guess you do too.” Neither man noticed that the camera in the room clicked on. Tony sat back in his chair smirking, Bruce Banner next to him. “We shouldn’t watch this Tony. They’re going to work it out between them.” “Yes! That’s exactly what I want to see, the two golden boys telling the other to go for it while they ignore their feelings, it’s going to be great!” 

“This isn’t going to work out the way you think it will.” Bruce Wayne entered the lab and stood behind the pair. “How do you know, bats?” He huffed at the nickname. “Because Clark is incredibly territorial and if he has feelings for someone, he won’t let them go.” The other Bruce nodded. “And Steve has been different since he came back from being on the run, he’s darker, takes what he wants.” Tony’s eyes widened as they turned their attention back to the screen.

Steve’s back was ramrod straight, he could hear his pulse in his ears. He couldn’t let Clark have her.

Clark’s jaw was set, his eyes blazing with fury. Steve couldn’t have her.

And in that moment, the Golden boys went from best of friends, to enemies.

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It took three days for Y/N to properly heal, Steve’s injuries had been far more expansive than she thought, and when she woke up, it seemed that the JL and the Avengers had split. Well not split entirely, mostly everything was fine, but the two powerhouses were constantly at each other’s throats now. They insulted each other, friendly sparring matches turned into all out battles, and the other heroes were forcing them to stay away from each other and Y/N. But no one would tell her what caused this great rift.

There was one time where she had been cooking dinner for the Avengers when Steve came in and offered his help. Ten minutes later, Clark walked in, deep in conversation with Thor but his eyes kept drifting over to the pair. Steve stood closer to Y/N wrapping an arm around her waist as she stirred the sauce and whispered in her ear. “This smells so good doll. I bet it’ll taste delicious.” Goosebumps erupted along her neck and her stomach curled in arousal. He smirked at her reaction, holding her closer to him, her ass pushing into his pelvis. Clark was fuming. “Rogers, I don’t think that’s appropriate behaviour for the kitchen.” “Nobody asked you Kent.” You could cut the tension with a knife, both men looked like they wanted to murder each other. Thor swooped in. “Lady Y/N! What is this wonderful dish you’re making? It smells like something we used to have back on Asgard!” As the god distracted her, the soldier and the Kryptonian snuck out of the room to go destroy another gym.

It was like this for months before Y/N was sick of these two grown men acting like children.

Y/N trudged into the kitchen at Wayne manor and poured herself a huge cup of coffee, silently thanking Alfred for constantly keeping her caffeinated. “Hey Y/N!” A chipper voice startled her, making her drop her mug but before it could crash to the floor, a strong hand caught it. Clark looked at her sheepishly. “Sorry about that. Didn’t mean to startle you.” “It’s alright.” She eyed him warily as he leaned against the counter next to her, the heat from his body radiating off him in waves. 

“You going to tell me why you and Rogers are fighting?” She casually took a sip of coffee. Clark blushed. “It doesn’t matter.” “Obviously it does since you two were practically joined at the hip,” She paused, “Does it have anything to do with me? Cause you guys were fine when I healed Steve.” “No no, it’s not you. It’s that fucking asshole, he thinks he’s entitled to you. He thinks that because I’m Kryptonian, I’ll hurt you with my strength. But he’s also always getting hurt, which also puts you in danger, and he’s over 100 years old.” 

Y/N raised her eyebrow. “And you assume you do have some kind of entitlement to me, that you can protect me better?” He stuttered for a moment before she continued, “I could be with someone else for all you know, it’s not like you’ve asked me if I’m single or even if I like men.” “Do you like men?” “That’s irrelevant right now. You two, instead of talking to me, like rational adults, decided to ruin your friendship and fight each other. So I’m going to go back to the school and I’m not coming back until you two work out your differences and talk to me like fucking adults.” She calmly placed her mug in the dishwasher and walked out. 

“Fuck.” Clark scrubbed his hands down his face. “You do know that’s your fault right?” Alfred walked into the kitchen alongside Bruce who was wearing a big smirk on his face. “Master Bruce is correct. It is quite obvious the girl has feelings for you both. Speak with the Captain and work it out. Perhaps you could learn to share, so to speak.” Bruce’s face went bright red with what his adoptive father was implying. “Alfred!” “Oh don’t be so coy Master Bruce. I’m well aware of the things you get up to in your free time.” “I should go, Rogers and I have some things we have to discuss.”

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The school was incredibly quiet, granting Y/N some reprieve from the chaos she had been dealing with. She sat at her favourite window seat, calmly knitting a hat for the professor. She had been given a couple weeks off, and immediately came home, helping move some of the students out for the holidays and helping the other teachers prepare lessons for the new year. “Hey kid.” A gruff voice came from her left. Logan was leaning on the door frame, beer in his calloused hand.

“Hi Logan.” He took that as a signal to approach, shoving her up the bench, sitting behind her and pulling Y/N back to his chest. “I’ve never seen you take a vacation that wasn’t forced on you. What happened?” “And I’ve never seen you ask me about what’s wrong.” She giggled at his pinched brows. “I guess you don’t want to talk about it.” He wrapped an arm around her stomach and rested his chin on her head. “Men suck.” Logan chuckled. “That they do little one. That’s why I told you to never date anyone. No one’s good enough for you.” They fell into a comfortable silence, Y/N picking up her knitting again and Logan closing his eyes, occasionally sipping his beer. 

“I am sorry to interrupt but a man is here to see you Ms Y/N. It seems urgent.” Charles spoke in her mind. Logan groaned as she tried to wiggle out of his arms. “Logan the professor needs me.” “No.” She huffed, poking her finger in between his third and forth ribs which made him give a shout and he let her go. “I never should’ve told you about that, you hold too much power. You better start running.” He growled, causing her to squeak and run out of the room.

She was out of breath when she got to the professor’s office, Logan’s laughter still floating through the halls. Y/N knocked before entering. “You wanted to see me professor?” “I believe you know this guest.” Clark stood up from the seat in front of Charles, dressed in his full suit. “Kal? Is everything alright?” “Apollo, you are needed in the field. Steve has been injured.” “Were you the one that hurt him?” He glared. “Unfortunately not.” Charles smiled brightly. “Go on, you do have a job to do.” “Who’s side are you on, Xavier?” “Not yours.”

“Let’s go Kal, the sooner we get there, the better.” They stepped outside into the chill of a New York winter. “Alright, hold tight.” Clark held her to his chest and her eyes shut tightly as he took off. 

The air got colder the longer they flew and Y/N pressed herself as close to his chest as she could. “Where are we going?” She knew he could hear her but he didn’t answer, making her suspicious, “You’re not going to kill me are you?” She felt his chest rumble with laughter beneath her hand. Clark’s head bent down. “We’ll be there soon.”

Another ten minutes passed before he landed, keeping her close as the cold seeped into her bones. A giant fortress of ice spread out before them. “Is this your man cave?” She rolled her eyes at him. “In a way, come on.” “Steve isn’t hurt is he?” Clark stayed silent, “You two are right bastards.” He smirked. “We know.”

Inside the cave was considerably warmer and a trail of rose petals led to a nervous looking Steve. “So you’re going to seduce me and then kill me?” Her voice broke him out of his trance, he jogged up to the pair. “You got the first part right, doll.” They led her to another room. 

The ceilings were high and covered in little lights that look like stars, the walls had been painted a soft blue that blend in naturally with the ice outside. A bed sat in the center, facing huge windows that overlooked the arctic wilderness. The bed could fit at least five people comfortably so it wasn’t a leap for Y/N to assume that it was meant for her and the two god-like men standing on either side of her.

Steve and Clark each took one of her hands. “We wanted to apologise for the way we’ve been acting. We should’ve just come to you and told you how we both felt.” “And obviously the way to do that is kidnapping me and taking me to a frozen desert so I can’t run away.” Clark rubbed the back of his neck. “We were trying to be romantic.” “Alright, sorry. I’m just a bit worried about what exactly you two have come up with.”

The look that came over their faces was nothing short of pure mischief, they both stepped closer to her, crowding her with their bodies. “Oh doll, we found out that sharing is caring.” “And you know us sunshine, we are very caring.” Clark gripped her jaw and kissed her harshly, knocking the breath from her lungs. Y/N couldn’t help the moan that escaped her as Steve’s hands traveled down to her ass and gave it a squeeze. “You make the prettiest noises doll, can’t wait to hear what you sound like when you cum for us.” Clark had moved on from her lips, leaving them swollen, to her throat, biting her playfully and dragging more pleasured sighs from her mouth. “Oh fuck touch me please, want you both so bad.” She could feel Clark’s smirk against her skin before he gripped her thighs tightly and moved her onto the bed.

She bounced on the soft mattress as she was thrown down. “Our girl looks so beautiful doesn’t she, Kent?” “Indeed she does. She already looks fucked out and we haven’t even gotten to the good part yet.” “Take your clothes off and join me. The water’s fine boys.” Y/N smirked, pulling the large shirt she had been lounging around in over her head, revealing her full naked chest. “Oh sunshine, you don’t realise who’s in charge do you. You constantly take care of others so it’s our job to take care of you.” Kal bent over her, taking a nipple into his warm mouth. “You're ours now Apollo, we’ll discuss your rules later but if you do what we say, we’ll take care of you for the rest of our lives. We’ll be devoted entirely to you, our goddess.” Y/N moaned at Steve’s words, grabbing his collar and bringing him down for a kiss.

Clark had been slowly working his way down her body, kissing every available inch of her beautiful s/c skin. “So gorgeous, so perfect, this body was meant to be worshiped. Made for us, for our seed.” As he reached her hips, his huge hands reached below her leggings and slowly pulled them off her legs. “Fuck I can smell her from here. How wet is our doll?” Kal pressed his nose against her sex, breathing in her scent. “She’s drenched. How long have you been craving us sunshine?” Y/N felt like she couldn’t breathe. “Answer him doll.” Steve grabbed the back of her neck and forced her to look down at Clark who was now mouthing at her core. “Since I met you, wanted you both so fucking bad.” “Good girl,” Steve whispered in her ear, “such a good little slut for us.”

Y/N had no clue when either man had undressed but she suddenly found herself sitting up, leaning against Steve’s bare chest as Clark lay in front of her, his head buried between her thick thighs, feasting on her pussy. “Oh fuck Clark! Feels so good!” Her back arched away from Steve who leaned down and attacked her throat with kisses, leaving as many marks behind as possible. “Call him daddy sweet girl, we won’t punish you this time but you’ll need to follow our rules.” Her fingers were buried in his hair, pulling slightly. “What do I call you?” Her voice was breathy. “Captain. It’s time you learn some respect.” Clark slapped her pussy, causing her to shout out. “Keep your eyes open, little one. Keep watching us as we bring you pleasure.” “Yes daddy yes!” “Good girl.” Steve’s hands drifted lower, down her spine and around her ass, burying themselves in her cunt as Clark focused on her clit. 

“Captain, feels so good.” “Such a perfect slut, using your words.” Y/N gripped Clark’s hair tightly, holding him as close to her as possible. “Come for us doll and you’ll get our cocks.” “Fuck!” She came harder than she ever had before. She would’ve been embarrassed of the long continuous moan she let out but the pleasure consumed her. 

When she came back down, Clark kissed her letting Y/N taste herself. “You taste so fucking good sunshine. What do you say?” “T-thank you daddy.” “Good girl, such a good girl. You ready for our cocks now?” She nodded frantically. “Words sweet girl.” “Yes, yes please daddy, captain, want your cocks so bad.” Clark lifted her up and laid her on his chest. “Ride me princess.” 

Y/N sat back on her haunches and reached for his cock. She gasped. “You’re so big daddy, don’t think it’s going to fit.” Steve stroked her cheek from behind. “It’ll fit, we’ll make it fit.” Steve helped lift her up as she lined up Clark’s hard cock with her slit. The captain lowered her down. “Fuck daddy, ’s so big, can’t take anymore.”Her head was thrown back against Steve who kept pushing her down. “Take it slut.” He growled in her ear as Clark gripped her hips hard enough to bruise. Then her ass met Kal’s hard thighs. “Fuck! Sunshine, you’re taking me so well. Bet you feel me so deep in your tummy huh?” His hand rubbed her lower stomach, pushing on it to try and feel himself buried inside her. “Come on doll, ride your daddy, make him feel good.” Her walls burned with the stretch of Clark’s cock but she bit her lip and began lifting her hips, groaning, she could feel every inch of his god-like cock inside her.

Steve watched in fascination as her slick dripped down their bodies, soaking the sheets. “She’s so tight Rogers, she was made for this.” Clark ground out. “I bet we could fit another in that tight little hole couldn’t we. You want my cock too sweetheart, you want me to bury myself in this little cunt.” It wasn’t a question. “Won’t fit, too big.” “Oh doll, you stupid slut, it’ll fit,” he leaned down and whispered in her ear, “say red if it’s too much ok, we don’t want to hurt you.” She nodded and he pushed her down onto Clark’s chest, sticking a thick finger into her, stretching her out even more. She sobbed as he added another finger, using his other hand to rub her clit. Y/N started grinding her hips against Clark’s pelvis. “Please need more, need to be full.” “You ready for my cock?” “Yes please captain, need you in me!”

Clark was glad they chose to take her for the first time in his fortress because the scream she let out when Steve shoved his cock in her was so loud, he swore the ground shook. “Holy shit, you’re so fucking tight.” He panted, resting his head on the back of her neck. “Please please move daddy, captain.” Both of them smirked and began moving in tandem. As Steve pulled out, Clark pushed in, making sure Y/N was always full. Y/N couldn’t speak, it felt like the air was being punched out of her lungs with each thrust. She was limp against Superman, gripping his arms for dear life.

“You gonna cum? I can feel you squeezing us.” She nodded dumbly. “Go on cum for us sunshine, soak our cocks in your delicious cum. Her orgasm was building and building but she needed more. As if Steve could read her mind, his rough fingertips just barely grazed her clit, she shattered. The world went black as the pleasure washed over her. She couldn’t hear either man shout through their own release over the sound of her blood pumping in her ears. Her eyes drifted shut as the last aftershock ripped through her.

“You with us doll.” A warm hand caressed her cheek. “Yeah.” Her voice was slurred and slightly raspy. Y/N slowly opened her eyes. “You passed out on us sunshine, I guess we were good huh?” She weakly rolled her eyes. “I’ve had better.” A sharp slap landed on her bare ass. “Naughty girl.” His tone was harsh but the smirk on Steve’s face showed his amusement. “It would be better if I could get some cuddles.” She stuck her arms out, pouting slightly. He smiled warmly and placed her on his lap, allowing her to snuggle into him. Clark laid down next to them, holding her waist from behind. “You did so well for us, we’re so proud of you.” She smiled shyly, shutting her eyes again, falling quickly back to sleep.

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Music thundered through Y/N’s skull as she worked her way through the crowd of Tony’s party with a couple of drinks. “Apollo!” Natasha called for her, she was sitting with Diana and Wanda at a table by the side of the bar. She smiled and made her way over. “What’s up girls?” She placed the drinks on the table. “We had a little question for you. How did you get Supes and Cap to stop fighting?” Natasha gestured over to the two heroes who were currently playing a friendly round of darts. She shrugged, smiling to herself. “Let’s just say, I really like red, white and blue.”

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Kal-El of Krypton ❤️

characters: kal-el/superman x fem!Reader

warnings: some fluff, nsfw, con to dubcon, tw breeding kink, size kink, overstimulation, cervix abuse, gets kinda dark at the end

not proofread, lots of repetition cus I wrote this when I was half asleep and forgot to post

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💙 Kal-El who falls in love with a girl way too small for him. Kal-El who adores her size and the fact that her head barely reaches his chest when he pulls her in for bone crushing hugs. Kal-El who can sit his girl on his shoulder without strain. Kal-El who helicopter mom’s his girl, always trying to keep an eye on her to make sure she’s happy and safe.

💙 Kal-El who hates being gone for long periods of time, who despises the sick feeling pooling in his stomach when he worries. Kal-El who surprises his girl with pretty flowers and endless kisses when he returns. Kal-El who runs her a bubble bath with candles and sits beside the tub, stroking her leg as she updates him on everything that happened while he was away.

💙 Kal-El who lovingly rubs soap on her titties for her so she can enjoy her bath. Kal-El who’s large hands cup at her breasts and moving up to rest at the base of her small neck. Kal-El who empties her bath and carries her to their bed, making sure to drape a towel before laying her down.

💙 Kal-El who licks and nips at her neck and nipples, his cock hardening at the sweet mewls escaping her little throat. Kal-El who’s long fingers dip between her thighs, earning a soft squeal. Kal-El who smiles against her lips when he toys with her clit before worming his fingers inside her pussy. Kal-El who finds it so cute when she moans into his mouth, soft breaths hitting his face as she struggles to kiss him back.

💙 Kal-El who goes down on his girl and gets off on the lewd noises escaping from her lips as he eats her out. Kal-El who makes her orgasm, her juices utterly soaking the lower half of his face. Kal-El who thrusts the wet muscle deeper in her pussy when she pushes at his face, breathlessly moaning as she struggles to tell him no more. Kal-El who stares at his girl half lidded when she pulls at his hair, tears from overstimulation rolling down her beautiful cheeks as begs him to stop tongue fucking her pussy. Kal-El who makes her cum a second time, taking in how her body twitches from the overload of pleasure.

💙 Kal-El who sticks his dick between those beautiful thighs and fucks his precum all over her soft skin, his large body hovering over her. Kal-El who hardens at the remembrance of how tiny she is compared to him. Kal-El who’s judgment is impaired by arousal and being away from his love so long, and goes from fucking her thighs to slipping inside her sensitive, wet pussy.

💙 Kal-El who only gives his girl that same hazy look when she half heartedly pushes at his chest telling him it’s too much, she can’t cum again, not a third time. Kal-El who picks her up and fucks her anyway in a full Nelson, displaying his size and strength over her. Kal-El who smirks when she can do nothing but gasp from being impailed on his dick, the position helping the tip is his cock kiss her cervix over and over.

💙 Kal-El who cooes out soft praises to her, telling her just how good she’s taking him despite being so tiny, how tight her pussy is despite him having abused her core with his dick numerous times. Kal-El who shocks his girl when he tells her he’s about to cum, and he keeps thrusting. Kal-El who licks up the side of her neck as she tries to wiggle away hopelessly, lovingly telling her to take all of him and his seed. Kal-El who tells her he never wants them to be apart again, that he wants her to be the mother of his children, that the thought of her caring his son or daughter turns him on to no end. Kal-El who will breed his love.

💙 Kal-El who finally cums inside his girl for the first time, heavy balls finally emptying out inside of the one he loves. Kal-El who shudders as the last of his sperm shoots into her, at last experiencing the sensation of cumming inside such a tight but sloppy pussy. Kal-El who never wants to cum outside again, who will cream her pussy every single time they fuck from now on.

💙 Kal-El who ends up successfully breeding his girl, and watching protectively over her and her now swollen belly that carries the future of the kryptonian race. ❤️

[marvel-wlw]

Reunited

Kara Danvers x Kryptonian!Reader 

Requested by @lostshadow12

Request: Thanks!😉Kara Danvers x fem kryptonian reader x Sara Lance where Kara thought that only she, Superman and Astra are the only Kryptonians left but Astra letting it slip that she her friends daughter survived(that is from a royal family and she was Kara bestie and Kara had a crush on her)and that she gave her to a family somewhere in Star City much to Kara’s surprise and barely consealed excitment and when finally meeting her she learns that she’s a superhero along with the Legends and she’s dating Sara Lance and they both are quite tense and jealous around each other after readers excitment to meet and see Kara after all the years, and Kara being frustrated that reader can’t see that Sara is actaully cheating but the reader did have suspicion of this but was still sad when catching her in the act and finding comfort in Kara(Kara’s happy but also kinda sad that reader is so sad)and reader end up going home with Kara and meeting a very curious Alex(she’s just happy that Kara isn’t alone anymore and finally glad to have met the girl that Kara couldn’t shut up about all these years)

Warnings: Mentions of cheating

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters, they belong to DC.

Tag list: @casey-anne-j​​​ @pharaoh-of-time-and-space​ @morbid-gaymer​​​@geekycatlover​​​ @rainydaysrnevergrey​​​ @natalia-helena-alianova-romanov@alphalesbianwolf​​​ @dancurse @autumnjackson4​​​ @1-danid​

Supergirl tag list: @yanginginthere @stop-drop-and-drumroll​

A/N: If you guys want I could do a part two but I hope you guys like it! :)

For the longest time Kara thought that only herself, Kal-El, and Astra were the only Kryptonians left. There have been many nights where she would stay up and think about you. Back on Krypton the two of you were best friends, Kara also had a huge crush on you, her feelings for you have never gone away even after all this time.

One day Kara went to see Astra, that was when Astra let it slip that you had survived. At first Kara couldn’t believe it, but as Astra told her everything she knew it was true.

When Kara got back to her apartment she saw Alex waiting for her. Alex could tell something happened. “What happened?”

“She’s alive Alex.” Kara said softly. Suddenly a huge smile forms on her face. “She’s alive!”

“Who? Kara, who’s alive?” Alex placed her hands on Kara’s shoulders, making Kara look at her.

“(Y/N)’s alive! She’s been living in Star City all this time!” Kara started rushing around the apartment. “I have to try and find her I need to-”

Alex was able to grab Kara, making her stop. “Calm down okay? We’ll find her, I promise.” She pulled Kara into a hug.

xxxxx

When Kara arrived at Star City she knew she had to talk to Oliver. Once she described you to Oliver he immediately knew who you were. He told her that you were working with The Legends along with Sara. He went on to tell her about how you and Sara were dating.

As soon as she heard that her heart break, she pushed that aside though. Kara would deal with the pain later, right now all she wanted was to find you.

Oliver was able to get in contact with Sara, he asked her if The Legends had a free moment to come and visit Star City for a little bit. 

“They’ll be here tomorrow.” Oliver told Kara. 

xxxxx

Oliver took Kara to the meeting point. Kara was so excited that she couldn’t stand still. As soon as she saw the Waverider land she started to get nervous.

Sara was the first one to walk out, she pulled Oliver into a hug. “Okay Oliver, what did you want to see us about?”

“(Y/N) there’s someone here who wants to see you.” Oliver said to you.

You raised an eyebrow at him, you were about to ask who it was but then you saw her. Your eyes widened. “K-Kara? Is that really you?” 

“It’s really me.” Kara smiled.

You smiled before rushing over to her, pulling her into a tight hug, you weren’t afraid of hurting her since you had a gut feeling she had the same powers as you. Kara hugged you back just as tight.

“I thought I lost you.” You whispered.

Sara glared at Kara, she couldn’t help but feel jealous. But she shouldn’t have a right to feel jealous when she was keeping something from you that she knew would hurt you and end your relationship.

xxxxx

The Legends were able to stay in Star City for a few days and you were so happy. During the time you and Kara spent together Kara noticed that Sara was cheating on you, when she found this out she wanted to confront Sara but she didn’t. 

What Kara didn’t understand was how you hadn’t noticed yet. But you had a suspicion something was going on for some time now.

You were trying to find Sara on the Waverider, you decided to check the room you two shared. When you walked in you froze when you saw Sara on the bed making out with someone else.

“What the hell?!” You could feel the tears threatening to fall.

Sara pulled away from person. “(Y/N) it’s not what it looks like!”

“Don’t give me that bullshit!” You growled. “I can’t believe you!” You glared at Sara before you took your glasses off and used your heat vision to burn the photo of you and Sara that was on the bedside table. “We’re over.” 

You stormed out of the room and left the Waverider. Kara was on her way to see what caused you to start yelling when she saw you leaving the Waverider. She frowned and went after you.

Outside you were pacing back and forth when you heard Kara come outside. You looked over at her. “How could she do that? I thought she loved me...” Tears started rolling down your cheeks.

“I’m so sorry (Y/N).” Kara pulled you into a hug, holding you close. You wrapped your arms around her tightly, you nuzzled your face into her neck. How could she hurt you like this? Kara wanted to go give Sara a piece of her mind but with you in her arms she had to stop herself.

After a few minutes Kara pulled away slightly. “How about you come live with me in National City?”

“Really?” You pulled away from the hug slightly.

“Really.” Kara smiled. “What do you say?”

You thought about it for a second, you had friends here on the team but after what Sara did you knew it would be hard to keep working with her. Plus you wanted to be with Kara again and this was your chance to be able to spend more time with her.

“Okay.” You smiled.

xxxxx

Kara had brought you to her apartment, you looked around a smiled. It definitely screamed Kara that’s for sure. While Kara was showing you around there was a knock on her door.

“That’s Alex I’ll be right back.” Kara told you before she went to answer the door.

As soon as you and Kara got to National City she had sent Alex a text letting her know that you were going to be living in National City now. Alex’s curiosity got the best of her and she had to meet you. 

You came out of Kara’s room just as Alex walked into the apartment. Once Alex saw you her eyes widened. Kara smiled. “(Y/N) this is Alex.”

You walked over to Alex and Kara. “It’s nice to meet you, Kara told me a lot about you.” You held your hand out to Alex.

Alex blinked a few times before she shook your hand. “It’s nice to finally meet the woman Kara couldn’t shut up about all these years.” She chuckled.

You looked over at Kara, you raised an eyebrow. You could’ve swore you saw Kara blush. Looking back at Alex you let out a chuckle. “She couldn’t shut up about me?”

You were only in National City for a few hours but it already felt like home.

[writr4luvrs]

Wonder Woman x Superwoman!Reader

Upcoming Imagine: “Wonder woman x fem superhero reader where Wonder woman meets the reader whom happens to be Superman’s younger sister and falls in love with her. Please.”

A/N: I'm back babbbbbbyybybybyyy

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Everything was in slow motion then. It was almost like she was in a trance, admiring your strength, your bravery, your passion to protect the ones who couldn't protect themselves. Sure you were Kryptonian and was picking up a ten ton Lex-corp robot and destroying it’s fellow robots, she didn't know what made her freeze. The sweat on your furrowed brow, your war cries, the way you flew to save a couple, or maybe it was just the sun hitting your face just right?

“Wonder Woman!” You flew past her, throwing a hard punch to the bot behind her. “Are you alright?!” You eyed her, she only smiled and nodded. “Yes!” She answers before rushing to take out a few bots of her of own.

You watched her and it almost seemed like she was showing off. “I just saved Wonder Woman.” You lowly let out, giggling. Until you see a blue blur and a familiar 'S’ fly past you, demanding that you to focus. “I just saved Wonder Woman!” You yelled out before continuing the mission, assisting the Justice League by saving bystanders, punching the hell out of the deadly bots, and even prevented the collapse of a building. Taking part in saving cities and stopping crime wasn't new to you since you woke up in cryo, and having Kal El vouch for you to join the Justice League was a big boost for you. Though you felt the need to emphasize that you were Kal El’s older sibling, though cryo made it seem different.

Only ever to see the Watchtower but never to go near it, to read and watch the news of crime fighters making a difference, and now you finally made a name for yourself. You flew around areas, scanning through walls and noting each floor and it's location, learning the routes, even watching the hologram world map just spin and spin until finally coming upon Wonder Woman, Superman, and Martian Manhunter. You greet them traditionally, only to lock eyes with Wonder Woman, you both taking in each other's beauty. “Wow…” you let out a sigh only to quickly correct yourself and give your name.

“It amazing to finally meet you, here, in person, I mean…” you chuckle nervously, noticing her flushed face as well and her cheerful smile.

“I'm Diana.” She quickly says, earning strange looks from J’onn and Clark. It took a few minutes and a clearing throat from the Martian for you and Diana to notice you were still holding each other's hands.

“I am Martian Manhunter… or J’onn.”